A chilling silence.
A world of violets.
My breath materialized again.
Immaculate.
Inanimate.
A comfort cutting time I see...
a string of white lights.

Forever walking through December.
Forever longing for a sign of life,
a bringer of light.
Forever wandering together
a world of violets.

Ice everlasting.
A full moon casting
a purple veil enshrouding all. I
perambulate, somnambulant.